There is no doubt that this is a great victory for the barber.
Even voting and voting are no longer needed.
Because when the barber's words reached this level, it was impossible for anyone to support Quan Sheng. No one would jump out and stand with him at this time.
It is the same whether it is other mages who belong to the eternal cycle of reincarnation, or those mages who were persuaded by Tovatoun before and belong to the Veil of Ignorance.
Except for Quan Sheng, who was teased by the barber, everyone else could only give one answer, which was to obey the barber's opinion.
The only loser is Full Ripe, whose face is as black as charcoal.
It's not just well-done, it's already medium-rare.
The barber knew in his heart that Quan Sheng undoubtedly hated him... his hostility and murderous intention could be said to be completely concealed.
But that doesn't matter at all.
Because he is not afraid at all.
How dare a mere swindler or murderer look at me like this?
I'll change my vest later, pick the bad one, and come over and arrest you!
The barber thought fiercely.
At this time, the way other people looked at the barber changed from more or less contempt to equality and even respect.
When they looked at the strangulation, their eyes even showed some jealousy.
Where did you steal such a good deputy?
Why wasn't this dug out by our organization?
Before this, even the most trusted barber, Strangler, didn't think the barber could say anything meaningful. He was even ready to help.
Because what Tovatoun said met the needs of everyone present.
Fighting against angels is the crisis they face;
Attacking the church is the hatred they inherited as mages;
Making people in uptown feel unhappy is what criminal organizations like them always like to do;
Bringing trouble to the company is what they expect as uncoders.
Tovartun's words are like intoxicating wine, filled with poison that controls people's hearts.
Unknowingly...even before he realized it, he had been deprived of his rationality and transformed into the shape Tovatoun desired.
But at this moment, the barber's words were like thunder.
Even when they were resisting to listen and understand, it grasped their hearts bit by bit, forcefully grabbing them out of the intoxication and completely waking them up.
Looking back now, all the leaders present could very clearly recall their thoughts being pulled back and forth by the two men, constantly twisted and rewritten.
Although there are no projectiles or blades, there is no doubt that... an extremely fierce battle has taken place between the "Discordant" and the "Barber".
It can even be called a war...a war on the ideological level.
The thoughts of the rest of them are the battlefield of those two people, the chessboard controlled by them.
However, the young, inexperienced, and weak barber actually defeated an Immortal in a head-on manner and shattered the conspiracy he had concocted.
The way the leaders looked at the barber had completely changed.
This man who always squints his eyes and appears to have a gentle temper and a feminine personality is undoubtedly a wise and decisive warrior.
Even though he has only been a mage for a short time, he will eventually become one of the most powerful helpers among them!
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Tovartun couldn't help but applaud.
“Wonderful…wonderful!”
The young boy seemed to be indulging in fine wine, savoring the mellow and intoxicating taste. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head, admiring from the bottom of his heart: "Such a wonderful speech, such emphasis on wisdom, such clear thinking... If
If you were born in an uptown area, you can join the board of directors before you are thirty.
"what a shame."
"What's the pity?"
Malt Liquor frowned, and asked without fear: "What a pity that your carefully crafted conspiracy was discovered by the barber guy?"
"This has nothing to do with me."
Tovatoun shrugged: "I am just the translator and executor. I am an outsider. The one who decides all this must and can only be the board of directors of your local head office.
"You may not know that I am the chairman of Taoyuan Commercial Bank's branch in Xingfu Island. Of course, I can exempt myself from the resolutions of the head office's board of directors to a certain extent... But unless the board of directors of the parent company puts forward clear opinions, we usually
They tacitly obey the decisions of the local giant’s board of directors.”
"In other words, it was the board of directors of Tianen Group who proposed this plan, right?"
Regardless of whether they were present or not, Strangler directly filtered out the key words from Tovatoun's words and determined the real enemy.
"Of course, of course."
Tovatoun nodded repeatedly, and his childish smile looked extremely innocent: "How could I do such a vicious thing?"
But before he finished speaking, Tovatoun made an even more dangerous statement: "Not to mention... this plan is too boring.
"I'm not afraid to tell you... In addition to this plan to establish the 'necessity of the destruction of Lower City,' the board of directors has also spun several other conspiracies.
"In the final analysis, your downtown area is no longer of use value. Then it's time to consider how to squeeze out the last drop of blood."
He leaned forward suddenly and stared at the barber with burning eyes: "What a shame... It would be better if you were born in Uptown."
“Why did I have to be born uptown?”
"In that case, I can openly stand up and be your enemy."
Tovatoun replied without hesitation: "I have almost thought of a game that I can play with you."
The barber's heart moved slightly.
……game?
Are they the kinds of "games" he plays against the inferior?
The barber vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched the reason why Tovatun tortured the inferior.
But there was no trace on his face, showing a sarcastic smile:
"ha?
"I don't want to play any games with a bad kid like you. It doesn't matter if I'm uptown or downtown."
"No, no, that's not what I meant..."
Tovatoun paused slightly.
But considering that he was really in a good mood now, he decided to go into more detail: "It's the difficulty. The difficulty of the game.
"Don't you think...if I use the power of the company to surround you wholeheartedly, you won't survive long at all?"
The young son with black hair and red eyes said with a smile: "To play games, you have to do your best, otherwise it is meaningless. So it is only fair that you are in the upper city and I am in the lower city."
The barber's heart moved.
He recalled the surprised expression on Tovatoun's face when he told him that the fate he was bearing was "discord" in the Beehive Nightclub.
The inferior must know their fate.
So what is he surprised about?
...Did he vaguely confirm that the leader of the Veil of Ignorance was Tovatus at that time, so he remained silent beside him?
We have to squeeze out some new information, the barber thought.
So he asked: "Is your game to be against others?"
"Of course, I am a 'discordant'!"
The result was a fraud.
Tovatoun doesn't care about "concealing the truth": "I was born to be at odds with others.
"Since you are looking for a playmate, you should naturally find someone as interesting as possible. If you can't be serious for the rest of your life, wouldn't this long life be too boring?
"So of course I have to come down. That high position makes it impossible for me to exert my strength."
The discordant shook his head and looked at the barber with great pity: "It would be better if you were a spy sent from Uptown.
"In that case, I will be in an absolutely disadvantageous position. In that case... I will be able to do my best to destroy you."